at dusk she kisses him
mushymouthed and clinging breathless breast
to breast their smooth commingling
hard then fluid tender melting
*
cool hot creamy sex when two
so made so shaped for one another
couple up as one in one
*
dissolving her in him in her like milk in tea
and in the pearl-pale moisture bleeding from those honeyed lips
and in the sweet salt sweat of thighs and loins
*
she cries he too
for in that kindling consummate moment
they come consumed to be together
*
all thought given up
yesterday today no more tomorrow
she wonders how such mindless mindfulness surrenders
*
she wonders is that it then when valentine dawns
*
when is tomorrow then
when I and you become us
and she conceives as day in night is born
and fused and found forever lost that moment
*
when together now
we come as close as one can be to one
then is tomorrow and tomorrow’s past
*
Omm
valentine’s eve into day 2018
When eroticism and intellectualism combine, it is my ideal of poetry.
What I find most erotic in this poem is hard to put my finger on, albeit I shall try: it is the linkage between milk dissolving into tea (“her in him in her”) and those honeyed lips with their “pearl pale moisture” then shifting into sweaty thighs and the horny sweaty surrender of lovemaking – moving from sweet innocent imagery into the dirty carnal within a line!